Virtuoso-David Phelps

Virtuoso - David Phelps Virtuoso-David Phelps A handful of dust a worthless piece of clay And you breathed the breath of heaven Then there was a soul The heart, the hands, the voice that could sing of your perfection Life is a symphony that only you can play You know I can hear it through the madness everyday Virtuoso, virtuoso This heart is your instrument This life is your song Virtuoso There isnt a note of mediocrity In all of your creation and all the beauty We create with human hands is only imitation Thunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sand The wind thats whispering can only be your hand Virtuoso, virtuoso This heart is your instrument This life is your song Virtuoso A timeless melody of beauty and emotion Perfect harmony inspiring true devotion No one else can play its chords so graceful yet so strong You made the instrument and wrote the song Virtuoso Virtuoso, virtuoso This heart is your instrument This life is your song Virtuoso